If I should forget you in the mist of growing old I’ll remember to grasp that mist and not let go. I’ll weave the threads between my fingers, tie knots to help them linger just a little longer to remind me of the autumn mist along the coast and the first time we kissed. Kim […]
Day: November 15, 2018
Becoming an Alien
blue veins pulse marbled mud skin has become reptilian breasts desiccated, juiceless buds amber hair is now dusty grey a heart that once soared now only thuds have I become an alien? Kim M. Russell, 15th November 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Ode to Age Sumana is hosting this week with an […]
Moonlight and Water Fowl
fishing for the moon on the ripples of the lake a gaggle of geese fishing for the moon pine needles float to the shore frosted with silver on the ripples of the lake splintered into stars a new galaxy a gaggle of geese diving for fragments of light shivering feathers Kim M. Russell, 15th November […]
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